Pain twisted Tiffany’s small body, so deep she couldn’t think. The only thing she knew for sure was that the alpha in the room with her smelled divine.
Her earlier horror paled against her need. The fear, the pain, the panic when the alpha she’d been dating, Randy, had abducted her and drugged her meant nothing now. Her biology had scrubbed that clear, and while she’d have to face it later, only this alpha mattered.
She hadn’t known a heat would feel like this. Her mother had talked to her about them, but she’d assumed she could deal with it. She’d figured omegas had oversold the truth looking for sympathy.
If anything, they’d undersold it.
The clawing pain in her stomach made her curl in on herself. Her arm hurt, but she couldn’t figure out why. It hung limp and useless against her side while she buried her face in the alpha’s lap, although she didn’t know him. He’d appeared in the midst of the fog that was her head. She knew nothing about him, but she didn’t care about anything beyond what he could do for her.
His cock pressed against her cheek, hard and thick and everything she needed.
“Please,” she begged.
He stroked his strong fingers through her hair, letting her nuzzle her cheek against his length. “I can’t take you like this.”
“It hurts.” She twisted, sliding her lips over his jean-clad hardness. “It hurts so much.”
“I know.” He moved his fingers from her scalp to the back of her neck, digging in as though his touch could ease the rigid muscles. “Breathe through the cramps, nice and slow. It’ll pass.”
He was wrong, though. She felt like she’d die, like her skin would sear away and leave behind nothing but bone. It consumed her, flames dancing over her skin, her thighs rubbing together. Her underwear and sweats were soaked, and her cunt throbbed around nothing.
She parted her lips and dragged her tongue against the length of his cock. It jerked beneath the touch, and a heavy groan left his lips.
“You can’t do that,” he growled. “I’ve got limits, little girl, and you’re mid-heat. Don’t test them, because you don’t want me to knot you.”
I do. The thought of his knot stretching her cunt, of him locking inside her, made her soaked pussy clench desperately. It would stop the pain and the mindless need that gnawed inside her.
He inhaled slowly, then that growl started up again. “You’re too far gone, aren’t you?”
“I need you. Please, help me.”
A sigh. “Okay. I can help you, but I won’t fuck you.”
The filthy word from his lips only drove her need higher. She wanted to argue, to claw open his pants, to mount him herself. She rolled, trying to crawl over him and free his cock.
Large hands set on her waist, keeping her from her goal. “I already told you, not that. I’ve got something else that will help.” He moved her so she knelt before him.
She trailed her hands over his thighs, gripping the firm muscles as he undid the button to his pants.
The moment his cock came into view, her mouth went dry. He was thick, the color shades darker than the rest of his skin, with raised veins running along the length. She wanted to lean forward and wrap her lips around him. She wanted him to fuck her face, to grasp her hair and force himself down her throat, to feed her every thick inch of him. The thought might have shamed her before, when she was clear-headed. Her heat filled her so fully there was no room for shame now.
When she moved forward, his snarl stilled her. It reached inside her to the omega part that submitted to an alpha, that wanted to please one. Hell, she’d do anything if he’d give her what she needed.
His lips pulled into a smirk that would have frightened a lesser omega and wrapped his hand around his cock to stroke. “Oh, I’ll take care of you, little girl.”
Tiffany’s scent drove Kieran feral. Each breath drew it deeper into him.
He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to strip off her soaked sweats, spread her thighs and slide deep into her. She’d let him, too. Hell, she’d beg him to.
It was her first heat, and she smelled delicious. He wanted to be her first, to claim her in a way no one else would ever be able to. Hell, maybe she was a virgin, too? Damn, she’d feel good stretched tight around the girth of his cock, and she’d make the best sound as he trapped her on his knot.
First-time omegas whined when they stretched, as they got locked in place. Their bodies might know what they needed, but their minds tended to take a while to catch up. Fuck, he wanted to have her pinned on his cock, trapped against him.
He stroked his cock, pre-cum dripping enough to lubricate his hand. It took everything he had not to call her over, not to let her have what she wanted. She’d slide that pretty pink tongue over his length before swallowing him down.
What little decency he had kept him from it.
As much as he wanted her, she was too young, too inexperienced. She was an omega with a dislocated shoulder who’d been abducted by a murderous alpha, whose first heat had started due to a drug. None of that meant he should fuck the poor girl, even if they both wanted it. Badly.
Her heat would end, and she’d regret it all. He could picture her sweet, innocent face pinched in unhappy lines at realizing she’d given up her first heat to an older, jaded alpha like Kieran.
That didn’t mean anything to his cock, though, as he fucked into his palm. She needed, and even if he couldn’t take her, he’d give her something to take the edge off.
A thin whine left her lips, her gaze pinned to his cock.
Stay quiet. Don’t say a word. Anything you have to say will only make it worse.
He couldn’t stop the words. “Are you drenched, girl? Desperate for me?”
She nodded, her good hand inching forward, leaning closer.
“Have you ever had an alpha? Ever felt a knot stretching you wide?”
“No.” The word came out soft, breathless, and had him almost coming at the implication.
“Have you ever had anyone?”
A shake of her head had his cock aching.
Even with her dressed, he could see the lines of her alluring figure.
Her shirt hung low, letting him peer down it and see her ample cleavage. Her breasts weren’t huge, but they were perky. They pressed together when she leaned forward, her injured arm still tucked against her. Her hips spread out, pulling at the waist of her leggings, hiding nothing.
Especially not the wet spot at the apex of her thighs, proof of what she needed.
To think no one else had satisfied her, that she’d never experienced the stretch as someone slid into her tightness had him groaning. There was only so much a man could be expected to resist. He couldn’t think he’d be able to ignore her, her scent, her body, that pleading in her eyes and her voice.
Still, Kieran had done enough things he regretted, enough shit he couldn’t take back. Taking a virgin during a forced heat was a nail in his coffin he didn’t need.
So instead, he stroked his cock while he let his mind wander, as he let himself pretend her lips wrapped around him instead. When her tongue darted out and slid against her bottom lip in an unconscious stroke, he lost it.
He couldn’t hold off his own orgasm any longer. Didn’t want to. He came, his thick cum warming his palm, sticky and hot and not at all what he’d wanted.
Tiffany leaned forward on her good arm, eyes begging. Poor little omega, desperate for alpha cum.
Kieran held his hand out to her, but that didn’t sit right. The alpha in him snarled at his passiveness, at him ignoring his own needs. Kieran changed tactics. He wrapped his other hand around the nape of her neck and pulled her in. He fed two fingers past her full lips and into the heat of her mouth.
She suckled him, her agile tongue moving against the seam between the two fingers, neck twisting to clean each drop from him. She took it like she’d tasted nothing better, a broken moan leaving her, muffled as she refused to release him.
When she’d removed all the cum Kieran pulled back. He opened his palm, rubbing it against her lips, smearing the remaining cum on her like a mark. He wanted her skin to soak him in, her to carry his scent.
Maybe he hadn’t fucked her, hadn’t bred her, but instinct demanded he claim her somehow. Her tongue pressed at the creases of his palm, capturing his cum, the taste of his cock, all of it. When he pulled back, white still painted her lips near the corner of her mouth, but her tongue captured it and swallowed it down like the rest.
Kieran ran a thumb along her cheek, her blue eyes clouded and momentarily sated.
Damn, she is something.
Too young. Too naive. Too impulsive, if all he’d heard about her had been true, but still something.
A spark in her gaze and a thin whine said the effect of the cum hadn’t lasted long. Swallowing it would take the edge off, but it wouldn’t ease her the way fucking her would have. Too bad that wasn’t an option.
“Relax,” he ordered, a command in his voice he couldn’t hide, couldn’t stop. “I’ll take care of you, omega.”
He wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked again, now aided by her saliva coating his palm.
He could hate himself tomorrow for this. For now? For now, he’d feed this omega as much of his cum as she could take.